Metaphysics Live Room: The host is the contract husband

"No, that's impossible! How could I have remembered the date wrong? It's off by half a month. There must be something wrong."

Su Chen raised his hand and tapped his forehead gently.

Qiao Fan closed his eyes and looked at the pictures. When he opened his eyes after he finished looking, his expression was complicated and extremely ugly. His face was ashen and he didn't wait for his parents to speak.

I rushed straight to the bathroom and started vomiting violently.

"Ugh~~~"

No, there was no way he could be crazy enough to like his boss, that was ugly and abstract, and he wasn't blind.

Netizens in the live broadcast room saw this scene.

The screen was full of hahahaha, occupying the entire screen, which was very joyful to watch.

Lollipop: [Puff, a love-brained experience leads to a lifelong autism.]

Loves eating kiwi fruit: [Come on, it's not love-brained, it's clearly a curse. Poor kid, let your sister love you and help you correct your aesthetic sense.]

[Ugh, these abacus beads are about to break on my face, huh!]

Zhou Lan looked towards the bathroom, feeling a little worried.

"Master Su, is my son okay?"

Su Chen sat on the sofa and said calmly, "It's okay. I just want him to remember what happened recently so that he won't trust others and give away his hair and birth date in the future."

"What? Master, what you mean is that my son became like this this time because he gave his hair and horoscope to someone."

"Well, let's give it to that abstract boss."

Qiao's father and mother's faces were suddenly filled with indescribable expressions. Such an innocent son was even more abstract than the fried noodles boss.

The corners of Qiao Zhengwei's mouth twitched a little, and he said speechlessly, "No wonder people say college students are stupid. Giving away such private things casually is like having no brains."

"It's what he deserves. Master, you did a good job. Just let him remember it and talk it out so he won't forget it in the future."

"Well, every failure is a learning experience."

Su Chen pursed his lips, looked at the red line fluttering, and said softly: "If we want to truly solve this matter, we must find the person who cast the spell and burn the spell once and for all."

Qiao Zhengwei nodded repeatedly, his voice pleading: "Master, please, what do you need us to do?"

"Well, I saw the red line. It's floating downstairs. The caster lives downstairs."

"Ah, is downstairs so close?"

Zhou Lan thought of the downstairs and wondered, "That's not right. There's an old lady living downstairs. If there's someone living at home, how could that ugly guy get into someone else's house?"

Su Chen's lips curled slightly: "Go secretly. An old lady living alone, her eyesight is not very good, and she won't know there are more people at home."

"Hiss, this isn't burglary..."

"Even if they didn't rob, they can still call the police if they broke into the house. Let's call the police right away and follow them inside to take a look."

After Zhou Lan called the police, she became restless.

"Old Qiao, the old lady downstairs is very nice. Why don't we go and take a look? What if that lunatic hurts the old lady? Just bring your things and go check on her."

"When the police come, we can catch that guy."

"That's fine, let's find a reason to go see the old lady."

The three of them stood up. Qiao Zhengwei walked out with the fruit basket and milk. Qiao Fan ran over and said, "Mom and Dad, I want to go check it out too. I want to ask her why she treated me like this."

"I was clearly told it was a part-time job, but why did they curse me? It's really disgusting."

Zhou Lan frowned and waved her hand: "No, what if you see her going crazy? You can just stay at home and follow the master's live broadcast room. It's the same as watching the live broadcast."

Qiao Fan: "...That's fine too. Just be careful."

"Got it. Don't go anywhere."

The three of them took the elevator downstairs and rang the doorbell. A minute later, someone opened the door and the old lady raised her head tremblingly.

He narrowed his eyes and looked at the person, then asked tentatively, "Is it Xiao Zhou?"

Zhou Lan said enthusiastically, "Yes, it's me, Auntie. I haven't come to see you in a long time. I thought I had some time today, so I came to see you and chat."

"Oh, come in quickly."

The old lady opened the door and motioned for someone to come in. She went to pour tea slowly, but was quickly stopped by Zhou Lan. She took her hand and sat down, smiling and said, "Auntie, we are not thirsty. Please sit down and let's talk."